Yes, what Curley Jones said is very reasonable. Although Chinese Medicine's diagnosis speed is faster than ours, its accuracy is definitely not as high as ours. Everyone, cheer up. This time, we must win beautifully. "
Seeing the low morale, a well-respected old medical expert knew that they would lose if it went on like this, so he could only echo Curley Jones to boost the morale.
"Indeed, although the diagnosis speed of Chinese Medicine is faster than ours, its accuracy is definitely not as high as ours. We will not lose. Come on, everyone."
"Yes, we have the world's most advanced medical equipment, and the accuracy of diagnosis is definitely not as high as that of Chinese Medicine with the naked eye. We will definitely win."
"It's not that we will definitely win, but we must win. We can't afford to lose. We came to Shenzhou with so many people just to communicate with Academician Ding, but he hasn't made a move yet. If I lose to his assistant, I will be ashamed to see others."
"It doesn't matter whether we win or lose. The important thing is to participate. To be honest, whether we win or lose today, I think Chinese Medicine has its merits."
"Any medical school has its merits. This is not a problem we should consider. Let's win this game first, otherwise, we will really be ashamed to see others."
Although everyone knew that even if they won, it would not be glorious, it would be more shameful if they lost, so they made up their minds to win this game first.
Although they had to admit that the diagnosis method of Chinese Medicine was indeed faster and more convenient than that of Western Medicine, they also thought that the diagnosis efficiency of Chinese Medicine with the naked eye and experience was indeed high, but it was also more likely to make mistakes. Therefore, they soon regained their confidence and firmly believed that even if the diagnosis speed was not as fast as that of the opponent, they would definitely win in the end.
Soon, the game continued.
Perhaps they felt that they had no chance of winning in the speed of diagnosis, so they made up their minds to win in quality. The delegation of the Mi Country no longer pursued speed, but did the examination of each patient very carefully.
However, Wen Rourou was not affected by them. She still did what she should do, maintained the same speed as before, and soon overtook the Mi Country.
There was a sudden jubilation on the Internet. Those keyboard warriors who had no moral integrity began to praise her and blindly and crazily pursue her from questioning that she was just a vase.
But some professionals pointed out that they should not be happy too early. After all, this round of competition was based on the diagnosis result. The diagnosis speed did not mean that the diagnosis result was correct.
This method undoubtedly poured a bucket of cold water on the excited audience, calming them down and quietly waiting for the final result.
As time ticked by, groups of patients were sent up, diagnosed, and carried down.
Fine beads of sweat had appeared on Wen Rourou's forehead, and a trace of fatigue began to show on her face.
Diagnosis was not only a high-intensity physical work, but also a kind of intense mental activity. She had to maintain a high degree of concentration at all times, and the consumption of her mental strength could be imagined. Therefore, although she was not physically tired, the overdraft of her energy made her a little mentally and physically exhausted.
Ding Ning subconsciously sat up straight, and a trace of distress flashed across her eyes. But she did not ask anyone to complete the rest of the diagnosis for her, because today the stage belonged to her, and it was also the critical moment for her to break out of the cocoon and become a butterfly.
He had never been stingy to his own women. Whether it was the Sutra of Cultivating Spirit, the Sutra of Cleansing, or the Sutra of Controlling Spirit, Ding Ning taught Wen Rourou all of them.
However, perhaps because of the excessive enthusiasm, although she had reached the realm of the Real Martial Arts Realm, the progress of her mental strength was extremely slow. She almost took the medicinal pills to improve her mental strength as if they were her meals, but she still failed to open up the soul sense sea.
Although there were many martial artists in the Real Martial Arts Realm who had not opened up the soul sense sea, Ding Ning, a perfectionist, could not accept this kind of flaw at all.
To a swordsman, this kind of flaw was something he couldn't accept. So, he wanted to find another way to see if he could use this rare opportunity to force her to stimulate her potential and open up her sea of consciousness.
If it were someone else, he might not have any hope, but Wen Rourou's unyielding tenacity made this possibility infinitely greater.
Drip, drip!
In this venue where the temperature was constant, Wen Rourou's clothes were soaked with sweat, as if she had just been fished out of the water. The beads of sweat on her forehead were dripping like raindrops, and she staggered a little. There was a strong look of fatigue between her eyebrows, but she was still trying to hold on.
Seeing this, Old Master Wen felt very distressed. He moved his lips several times as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he was too embarrassed to say it. This was a medical summit with global attention, not at home.
Wen Rourou was not standing on the stage as his granddaughter, but as a member of the medical delegation of Shenzhou, so he could not show his emotions for both public and private reasons.
"Do you want to replace her?"
Catherine couldn't bear to see this, so she took the initiative to ask.
Although as a referee, her question was a little biased towards Shenzhou, this competition was a team competition between two countries, and Wen Rourou was always fighting against a team alone. There was no rule that a substitute could not be replaced in the middle, so her question was not against the rules.
Ding Ning hesitated for a moment and did not answer. Instead, he looked at Wen Rourou with an inquiring look in his eyes.
Although he wanted to take the opportunity to sharpen her will so as to force her to open up her soul sense sea, he still felt distressed when he saw Wen Rourou's look as if she would faint at any time.
At this moment, his heart was extremely tangled and contradictory. He could not bear to see her suffer, but he hoped that she could hold on and make a breakthrough under the extreme pressure.
Therefore, he gave the choice to Wen Rourou. No matter what choice she made, he would respect her opinion.
"No … no, I can do it."
Wen Rourou took a white towel handed to her by the staff, wiped her face, shook her head, and said with a firm look in her eyes.
"Don't force yourself. If you really can't hold on, just tell me."
Although Ding Ning was very gratified, he still reminded her with distressed.
"I can do it."
Wen Rourou said stubbornly, tied the snow-white towel around her right wrist, and seemed to be determined to cut off all means of retreat. After shaking her body, she turned around and continued to focus on diagnosing the patient.
Ding Ning's lips moved, but in the end, he said nothing. He sighed slightly in his heart, and a complicated but gratified look flashed across his eyes.
Although Old Master Wen felt distressed, when he saw his granddaughter become so promising, he immediately felt very gratified and felt that his decision to strongly support her to study medicine with Ding Ning was right.
It should be noted that this precious granddaughter of his made trouble all day long in Yan Jing. She made no major mistakes but kept making minor ones. She was even more troublesome than the childes of those big families, which gave him a deep headache.
Therefore, when this troublemaker solemnly proposed to go to Ninghai to study medicine with Ding Ning, everyone in the family opposed it, and only he stood his ground against all opinions and expressed his full support.
After all, such a big girl was idle all day like a wild boy, and it would be difficult for her to get married in the future. It was rare that she wanted to do something diligently, so as her grandfather, he naturally strongly supported her.
Of course, he did not expect his granddaughter to really learn anything, and he only hoped that she would have something to do and not be idle and make trouble everywhere.
But at this moment, Wen Rourou's performance had far exceeded his expectations. Not only did she make achievements in her medical skills, but she also became extremely responsible, which made him feel gratified from the bottom of his heart.
Compared to the change in his granddaughter, winning or losing this match didn't seem that important anymore. Even if he lost this match, it would still be a glorious defeat. Moreover, wasn't it still a good thing?
Moreover, he still had Ding Ning, the stabilizing force, to back him up.
It was not that he had blind confidence in Ding Ning, but that his granddaughter had made achievements in her studies only after following him for two or three months. She could fight against the world's top medical expert team alone, which showed that his medical skills had reached an unfathomable level.
While he was gratified, he was also full of confidence in winning this gamble. Ding Ning deserved to be called a national treasure by the head of state as a giant panda, and he deserved this praise.
The tenth and last patient of the last group was finally sent to the operating table in the evening. Wen Rourou raised her arm to wipe the sweat on her forehead and struggled to support her tottering body. The over-exhaustion and weakness made her dizzy, and she even had blurred double images when she saw things.
She shook her head, tried to maintain a clear mind, and staggered to the patient.
Holding one side of the stretcher to maintain her center of gravity, she forced herself to cheer up, carefully asked about the patient's focus, felt the pulse, opened the patient's eyelids, looked at the tongue coating, and soon made a judgment.
She raised her heavy hand and wrote crookedly on the diagnosis report, "Bone weakness, can't walk, bent back and swollen joints, kidney …"
Before she finished writing, Wen Rourou rolled her eyes and plunged to the ground.
"Rourou."
Old Master Wen's face changed dramatically, and he suddenly stood up and exclaimed.
But then he felt dizzy, and Ding Ning had appeared behind Wen Rourou and held her in his arms.
The audience was dead silent.
The audience in front of the TV was also dead silent.
They were dumbfounded, dumbfounded, and could not believe what they saw. Everyone rubbed their eyes in unison, wondering if they were dazzled.
What did they see?
The seats of the Shenzhou delegation were more than ten meters away from the stage. They only felt dizzy, and then Ding Ning suddenly appeared beside Wen Rourou and held her in his arms at the moment when she was about to fall.
The audience in front of the TV was a little better, and they secretly guessed that it should be because of the camera angle that they did not find that Ding Ning had been ready on the side and could hold her in time.
But the participants at the scene did not think so. Ding Ning had always been the focus of their attention. Even if they were watching the competition attentively, many people were secretly watching him. They were sure that just one second before Wen Rourou fainted, Ding Ning was still in the seats of the Shenzhou delegation.
Then how on earth did he appear on the stage in an instant and hold the fainted Wen Rourou in time? This made everyone have a question mark in their hearts.
Sun Yaozu's pupils contracted violently, and a storm was set off in his heart. "Ding Ning is actually a warrior?" This was far beyond his expectation.
Except for the people of Medicine King Valley, no one knew that he himself was a powerful warrior. However, Medicine King Valley had a method to hide his breath, so he rarely had the chance to fight with others and always walked outside in the name of a doctor. Therefore, even Millie Snow only regarded him as an ordinary person.
Glancing at Millie Snow, he saw that she was still calm and didn't seem to be surprised at all. Then he suddenly realized what was going on.
It seemed that the intelligence system of the Rothschild Family had investigated Ding Ning clearly and had long known that he was a warrior.
This made him strangely angry and full of the feeling of being cheated. "Millie Snow clearly knew this, but why didn't she tell me?"
It was not that he was afraid of Ding Ning's warrior identity, but Medicine King Valley had an ancestral teaching that unless it was a life-and-death situation, no one was allowed to show his cultivation in front of outsiders.
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